An old sea of dried mud and rusted sand.
How long the carcass fish, the blackened
The small crab eats what ate it once
The rubbished beach, the missing stone,
a sag-backed dune.
Their char of breathing still into the
Iron entrails from a toppled ship
Seated beneath, the smelted stream-
Nourishes not in its lump of bones.
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